Fake smiles
Extra wide
Lack true spark.
Faux verve
Dolled up face
Just a mask
Extra musk
On your coat
Hides no stench
All those tomes
In your dome
Darkness dense
Shameless shows
Glitter and gold
So Poor within
From pains we grow
Sadness is plough
Warmth now comes in.
Nalini
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